Horse rescue

There's nothing like sorting through someone else's accumulated treasures to make you entirely rethink the whole collection thing.

I realize my hoard herd is completely out of control, and I have spent the last couple of years trying to cut back. 

It's hard, but I've been at least somewhat successful.

Today at work, as I was gathering the trash, I spied a single Mini Whinnie was lying near the top of one of the wastebaskets. I stood there for a long moment, weighing my options. I could pretend I didn't see him. After all, he was already in the trash, and I don't need any more Mini Whinnies. But also, he's very small, and he looked so sad. How could I leave him?

I didn't.

I'll probably give him away at some point, but for the time being, he's hanging out on top of my laptop. 

Sorry, Ryan and James. Despite my best intentions, you're probably going to end up with a whole bunch of model horses. I am trying very hard, but sometimes, I can't help myself.